Upstairs at Eric’s

Steam rose from my cup of tea, the clock ticked on the wall it’s sound not subdued by the constant noise of the city which I was used to. Birds sang outside, the occasional woof or moo from the local animals was about all that could be heard. Tina had decided to go to bed, […]

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Who are you? (The last bit)

Tina sat outside with me, partially laying over my foot, the way a dog does when their human is worried. We were sitting together on the verandah, on the right side of the house, where it was sunny and warm. All the adults had left the house except for Aunt Lea, I flipped the purple […]

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Who are you? Continued

Damn it’s been a while, my apologies. I was surprised to see the bike there, up against the house, who had bought it back? Had Dave fetched it from Jenny without telling her? The wheel had not been replaced, it still had a nasty dent in it. I thought about tumbling into the ditch during […]

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Fan mail.

Here’s a gem I got from Big Trev back in the day. Dear Wolfie. Do you pick up your own dog poo? Big Trev. To which I responded. Dear Big Trev. Do you wipe your own arse? Wolfie. I wouldn’t normally respond to letters like that, but it made me laugh, so I sent him […]

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A short diversion while the memory is fresh in my mind. John Kettle was a wealthy eccentric who adored music, he’d set up Kettle Studios in Kensington years before. It had done well. If not for Kettle then few of us would have found work in the industry. Neither John Samos or I would have […]

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Who Are You? discovery

I found myself in a dark space. I could see nothing in the distance, but my ears descibed the vastness. Light without a source fell gently upon my body, and I examined a hand. Completely normal, yet something was out of kilter. But of course, I was tall, grown. Hadn’t I always been this way? […]

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Who are you?

Now it’s hardly going to ruin the story when I’ve been in the public eye for… what? Thirty years? You know what I am, and you probably recall how people used to think of us. Werewolves, great slathering beasties who fed on the bodies of anyone unfortunate enough to be found alone at night. Slave […]

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